11/23/2009

Friday, my mama came back from Tahiti. And I bought a Medela Pump in Style. Mom showed us all her (400-some) pictures and all the goodies she brought us back. And I practiced milking myself. I pumped a 6 ounce bottle that night.

And the 6 ounce bottle came in handy the next morning when my sister, my step-sister and I went to see New Moon. Definetly enjoyed the movie. Very much enjoyed the view of Jacob. Topless. Drenched in rain. -nods-

I didn’t think Mason would consume 6 ounces in 3 hours, but the porkster inhaled it. And was ready to nurse when I got home. We then spent the rest of the afternoon Turkey Day shopping.

Yesterday we had a very low-key Thanksgiving dinner. I wanted to enjoy leftovers all week. LOL Thursday we’re going to a mexican restaurant my sister adores, and I leave on Friday morning.

I was woken up this morning by a phonecall from Josh. I don’t mind those too much. It seems like he’s having a difficult time over there lately. Someone above him is having an affair with a lower enlisted. Both involved are married. The person above him lives very close to us, his wife and I are acquaintances and she’s due to have a baby in December. The wife also belongs to the same unit, but didn’t deploy because of her pregnancy. And I used to see her quite often because she’s a County Sherriff, and being a county facility at my work, we use them often when our animal control officers have issues with the public. Josh seems to not like the situation as a whole, and I can’t decide if it’s because he sees what he did to me or if it’s because he’s trying to deflect, and put attention on someone else because he’s doing the same thing.

Now, I realise the latter of the two options I just tossed out there is probably incredibly wrong. Because he is doing nothing that would make me think that’s what is going on. The most difficult thing for Josh is communication, and the first thing he does when something isn’t going right is avoid… and he’s been working very hard at communication and isn’t avoiding me, at all. Even when he knows I’m upset or angry. So… yea. -waves that away-

I’m getting bored with this entry so I better save it before I just delete it all together…